Harlan's papa wouldn't stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God, what is Ma' to do?
Mama's so mad cause he muddied up his suit
Caught in a thorn bush, blowin' on a flute
Lord God, what is Ma' to do?
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Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
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Fire, fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
If he'd be driving into town
Everyone would stand around, and stare
Harlan's girl would catch a glimpse
In the mirror as she crimps her hair
Harlan's papa wouldn't stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God, what is Ma' to do?
Mama's so mad cause she can't scare him off
Even if she's wrapped in a tablecloth
Oh Lord, what is Ma' to do?
12456789Thousand
Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
124
Fire, fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
124
Fire, fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
124
Fire, fire at the pageant
Everybody calm down, please stop shouting
Go on run call 911
Ha ha ha ha
You supposed to be dead Mr. Harlan
Ha ha ha ha
You supposed to be dead, go back to sleep
